[It doesn't really occur to Nate how young Lance probably is until he looks up at him again with something akin to mild desperation. What is he, late twenties? Early thirties? Out of his element and scrabbling for purchase.
He feels a crooked smile tug at the corner of his mouth as the guy takes a hefty drink, and he graciously, wordlessly accepts the bottle when Lance is through. Knocking the remainder back with an effortlessness that suggests he has experience drinking other people under the table, Nate sucks in a sharp breath and sets the empty container on the floor.]
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He feels a crooked smile tug at the corner of his mouth as the guy takes a hefty drink, and he graciously, wordlessly accepts the bottle when Lance is through. Knocking the remainder back with an effortlessness that suggests he has experience drinking other people under the table, Nate sucks in a sharp breath and sets the empty container on the floor.]
Okay. Go for it.